_{"All smiles and sunshine, a perfect world on a perfect day. Everything always works out, I have never felt so fucking great."}

She can't seem to find her own words anymore. Songs and poems, quotes, stoner stupidity, it all has more meaning, more emotion than her own mind.

No passion, no wit, no words left. The one escape she always had, the only thing she was ever really, really good at in her own right.

&& all she can think is that part of her soul died in that stupid hospital room, too.